Sunday, April 19, 2009

(on her 6 month birthday)Where has the time gone? Miss Abigail turned 6 months old on April 9th. She is still my tiny baby. She is hangin' strong in the 10th percentile for weight, and 25th percentile for head circumference. And somehow she went from the 10th percentile to the 25th in height. Which, combined, kind of makes her sound like a lollipop. Long and skinny with a big head. She was pretty squirmy when they measured her though, and I wouldn't be surprised if next time she is back down to the tenth percentile for height again.

I must say that when I am not waking up with her in the middle of the night, she is delightful.

Some of my favorite things about this baby stage:

1.The finding of the toes. This happens around 4 months old, and it never fails to make me smile. My favorite is when she bites them and laughs, because it tickles a little:) (I know. Don't talk to me about the bow/outfit mismatch. Unless you want to get into a lengthy discussion about how a baby blow up can necessitate an ugly outfit change. But not necessarily a bow change. Get it?)(she does, obviously;)Which leads me to...

2.The loving of the baths.

(What, you never noticed how bald she was before? Amazing how that works!)

3. Her interest in her new toys. (or my new toys. However you want to say it;)

Like the jumperoo. Yes, my infamously frugal self decided to spend $20.00 extra for the pink one. Worth it? Yes.I love how she is staring down the flower in this one. I think she is trying to get it to back down first...

4. The ability to entertain herself with a little snacky snacky (said with the hint of a lisp if you are talking about the baby in our house. Say it with me: Thnacky thnacky. There you go.) Eatin' lunch with the cousins and Grandma after M's baptism. Just one of the girls.yummm...graham cracker. This is endlessly useful, as the child still refuses to take a bottle. And I stubbornly refuse to give up nursing.

5. The lovin' of the smooches. Which has proven IMPOSSIBLE to catch on film! Probably because I am the only one who takes pictures, and the one who is most often seen smoochin' on the baby. Try smoochin and snappin' at the same time. Try it!Usually, when you smooch her little cheek, she smiles, closes her little eyes, and pats your cheek with the other hand. Unless you have the camera out. You will have to take my word on how amazingly endearing it is.

About Me

I have been a wife for nearly 15 years now and a mother for 13. That makes me sound pretty old, but I won't admit to over 30;) I am happily married to Wendell and am fully occupied as the mother to Rachael age 13, Kindyl age 12, Mitchell age 9, Brenley age 5, and Abigail our little Queenie just turned 2.
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